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I have travelled from the rural community of Arctic Bay to the Appalachian hills of Kentucky, continually seeking new ideas from the people I meet. I am , primarily, a writer, but I have been a rancher, public health nurse, researcher and a university teacher. I enjoy talking to writers who look for inspiration and tips about writing. The world of social meda allows us all more exciting exchanges between writers and readers. You are invited to participate on my website.

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A Distracting Day

A Distracting Day

A blustery day as Winnie-the-Pooh would say. Wind bringing in the wave and heaving them up onto the shore. The logs tangled below the step , shifting  and rolling with the incoming waves.  Crows, who I suspect have a sense of humour,  perched   on the…

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A grey day

A grey day

I have decided I have much in common with one of my solar panels. When the day is bright, I am energetic; when it is dull, as it’s today, I fade. When I check the energy production on my panel online record, it is almost…

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Losing work

Losing work

I took the dog for a walk on the beach this morning. As usual, there were few people there: a regular with his blue heeler, a man with two little children and no dogs. The seagulls picked at the seaweed at the tide line, waves, rougher…

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The logistics of washing my dog

The logistics of washing my dog

Today I washed the dog. This may not seem a momentous activity to you, but it took careful planning and execution. First, I had to entice the cat out onto the deck. The dog washing shower is in her territory and since the dog hates…

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About names

About names

Some characters arrive in my head with definite names. Firmly planted in the first sentence they declare themselves “Michael”.  Others can’t seem to hold onto their names and I find I have called them George in one chapter and Carson in another. Once they are…

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